Monday, 2 November 2015

I live upon an island
surrounded by the sea
I cannot drink the ocean
And there's a thirst in me.
I yearn for living water
Whereby I quench my soul
A constant drink to satisfy
And one that makes me whole.
A cry of hallelujah
And Marantha too
A longing to be one with Christ
But not until His work is through.
So as I drink the water
Let your Spirit show the way
For harvesting the nations
Until that final day.
Meg Marsden/November 2015